I am from the chlorine,
from caps to lane lines .
I am from noodle in a bowl,
(white, soft, has a savory taste).
I am from the orange tree in the backyard,
the rose bush
whose fallen petals I remember
soft as silk.
I am from hot soup and chow mein.
All the cuts my grandma had
to the knife,
the sight that failed my grandpa.
I am from these moments
I am from the family tree.
from caps to lane lines .
I am from noodle in a bowl,
(white, soft, has a savory taste).
I am from the orange tree in the backyard,
the rose bush
whose fallen petals I remember
soft as silk.
I am from hot soup and chow mein.
All the cuts my grandma had
to the knife,
the sight that failed my grandpa.
I am from these moments
I am from the family tree.
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